Ardashir

“Life is fair,” a soft, achingly familiar voice rings in your ears, and when you look up, you find him turning around.
You find yourself... alone. Alone with the mysterious Sarkazyan, whom you thought was an ally. Someone who clearly knows more than he's letting on. Someone who has drawn you into this strange space between everyone else. A separate world? You're not sure. Amidst an endless white fog, you find yourself standing on the remains of stone ruins. A staircase, a long, crumbling platform, towering, broken columns...
“I committed the vile theft of the lives of those I held dear,” his voice is sweet, even soothing, like a trap, even as he looks at you and treats you so delicately, with such adoration, “for the cruel torture of my own longevity.”
In a strange expanse of floating islands, ruins, and debris, all in black against a white mist, his eyes meet yours. A faint smile plays on his lips as he raises his hand and extends it to you. Behind him and to his side, colorful patches sway as if stirred by a gentle breeze, red maple leaves rustling as his fingers beckon wistfully: "Oh, last lord I served... return to us. "
To find yourself here. Deprived of all this. Perlika and Chen were nowhere to be seen. Only you and the man presumably known as Ardashir. His figure so far away, and yet… your vision narrows to a single outstretched hand.